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Oct. 14th, 2011 11:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisisnomythRise up, all you lost girls, all you foxes, all you pirates and pumpkin girls. Rise up you ghost boys and you tree boys and the fair folk among us.
Rise up, rise up and be counted.
Shed your human shells, shed your skins and dance as your true selves, spin under the moonlight and revel in the music that plays in your honor.
Embrace each other, not as what you once were, but as what you are, your true nature. Let the cats curl around the mice, let the birds sing down to everyone else, let the world be naked and exposed and be what it truly is.
So, join us in our song, in our dance, our praise. She whatever binds you, shed your clothes, shed your skin, shed the life3 that you are supposed to live. Leave your name at the door, leave all the things you thought you should be.
Come, be what you are, join us for a little while and revel in the true beauty of the world.
Rise up, rise up and be counted.
Shed your human shells, shed your skins and dance as your true selves, spin under the moonlight and revel in the music that plays in your honor.
Embrace each other, not as what you once were, but as what you are, your true nature. Let the cats curl around the mice, let the birds sing down to everyone else, let the world be naked and exposed and be what it truly is.
So, join us in our song, in our dance, our praise. She whatever binds you, shed your clothes, shed your skin, shed the life3 that you are supposed to live. Leave your name at the door, leave all the things you thought you should be.
Come, be what you are, join us for a little while and revel in the true beauty of the world.